*Isabella POV*
"Stay the f**k away from me, you are just as crazy as me, you can't help be, no one can help me"
I throw my bag at him, I know really mature, but I have no way to vent my frustration. I throw the bag as hard as I can at him but I see him just catch it with ease. I wanted it to hit his perfect face, that face that led me astray and made me think that there was something more, beauty is so deceiving.
I run, tears pouring down my face, why did I think he was different? Why did I think he could help me? Why did I hope? What made me think that a handsome man that said like 10 words to me before giving me mind blowing s*x would be my savior. Would be something more than that a playboy that he obviously is,
I don't deserve hope. I don't deserve anything. I run faster and fa
